Life's a bitch... get over it!
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Everyone has lived through a few events which really have had an impact on them. This is one event which had a BIG impact on Payne.
Every limb in my body is hurting. I can't move! Something is wrong!
<> I was starting to panic. I did't know what was happening and that scared me.
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I was supposed to attend to a customer but I left before he arrived. I climbed out the window and down the three stories till I reached the first floor. The walls were to sleek after that so I had to jump. I was scared but I knew that whatever happened it would still be not as bad as what I would have to endure in that hellhole. I didn't know if whatever lay outside of these fences was better than this sh*thole but I needed to try. I needed to do everything I could to go someplace better. Someplace where I wouldn't be hurt.
I needed to go to the same place where the customers came from. If the old man treated them so well then they came from somewhere better, right? Yeah!
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These were my last thoughts before I let go of the wall and hit the ground with a slight bump. My left foot was hurting really bad but I ignored it. <<You've had much worse pain than that! Don't let it slow you down!>> With that thought I pressed my back to the wall so that I became one with the darkness of the night. I held my breath and listened carefully. There were two guards in this part of the property. I waited till both of them were at the other side of the building and ran as fast as I could to the fence, not paying any attention to my painfully hurting foot.
"Where do you think you're going?", said a voice. It came right in front of me but we had new moon and it was winter so there was no light to see anything.
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